Lo here the faire Chariclia! in whom strove So false a Fortune, and so true a Love. Now after all her toyles by Sea and Land, O may she but arrive at your white hand, Her hopes are crown'd, onely she feares that than, Shee shall appeare true Ethiopian. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND by HENRY FIELDING SONNET TO HOPE by HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS REMEMBRANCE by EGMONT HEGEL ARENS ENTERTAINMENT by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE OUTCAST MOTHER by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE FOURFOLD ASPECT by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |